I was cleaning my room and listening to a radio sermon
broadcast. It was about burdens and that everyone has their own in life. The
past few weeks, I have been feeling the depression coming back on and it has
been frustrating me. I was complaining to my fiancé about it. Why am I like
this? I don’t like that I’m made like this. I complained about this struggle of
mine. I don’t want it. I wish I had a different struggle, a different burden.
Anything. Or hey, even nothing at all. I’d be cool with that.
David wrote in Psalm 119:25 and 28, “I am laid low in the
dust; preserve my life according to your word…My soul is weary with sorrow;
strengthen me according to your word.” No one is exempt from burdens. Even
David, as close as he was with God, experienced soul sorrow. He had burdens. He
went to God with them. He asked for strength.
One line from the radio sermon today hit me. “The burdens of
life are supposed to be bringing you to a deeper place of prayer.” Are these
burdens given to us so that we run to Him? Depend on Him? How annoying is that?
How frustrating! I’d like to think I’d run to Him on my own but apparently He
doesn’t think so. He gives me this help, this reminder, in the form of a burden
that I detest so much. My challenge today, for myself, is this: Don’t waste the
opportunity your burdens bring.
-Cynic Ninja
-Cynic Ninja
